debating which weaknesses i wish to occupy my body. the simplicity of a well.versed kiss. of course, if available, i would wish for consumption beneath red.light.special scenes & your contorted features would scent my skin with feverish pulsations of the strangely ordinary sort.
i wonder how the ambiguous you is doing.
i suppose i have been occupied. with the fascinating complexities of "love" ( always undefined & redefined & lost & acquired & saturated & starving ). sleep.deprived nights & oh, my heart feels so full as my gaze loses track of all internal desires - a face worthy of fivethousand kisses & a promise for maturation.
would you qualify as a sacrifice, or an investment?